I Have Too Many Friends Who Tell

Children Grow Rapidly, Forget The Centuries-long Embrace From Their Parents, Which To Them Lasted But Seconds. Children Become Adults, Live Far From Their Parents, Live Their Own Houses, Learn Ways Of Their Own, Suffer Pain, Grow Old. Children Curse Their Parents For Their Wrinkled Skin And Hoarse Voices. Those Now Old Children Also Want To Stop Time, But At Another Time. They Want To Freeze Their Own Children At The Center Of Time.

My Writings Are An Exploration, And I Think A Lot Of Writers Would Tell You This, But In Writing, You're Not Simply Putting Down Things That Are Already Known To You. You're Actually Discovering In The Writing Process, You're Actually Creating Knowledge.

Despite Our Strongly Felt Kinship And Oneness With Nature, All The Evidence Suggests That Nature Doesn't Care One Whit About Us. Tornadoes, Hurricanes, Floods, Earthquakes And Volcanic Eruptions Happen Without The Slightest Consideration For Human Inhabitants.

Another Strand Of My Writing Is The Importance Of The Idea. If You Think About Fiction Writing As A Spectrum, Where At One End Of The Spectrum In The Infrared, Are The Story Tellers, And The People For Whom Creation Of Wonderful Characters And Telling A Good Story Is The Most Important Thing.

Don't You Feel Something Magical When You're In Love?... I Do, I Certainly Do ... But I Think That Feeling Of Magic Is A Hardwired Psychological Response. It's A Chemical Thing In The Brain. It's A Flow Of Chemicals And Electrical Currents, And It Developed Over Millions Of Years In The Process Of Evolution To Aid In The Procreation Of The Species.